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[munofmanyminds]

A CLOSED starter for @ardentghcst ft. CASSIUS BOUCHERRE & SEMIRA DURMAZ

The  alley  behind  the  club  was  shrouded  in  shadow.  The  kind  of  thick  darkness  that  creatures  like  himself  usually  thrived  in.  The  kind  that  let  monsters  feed  undisturbed,  fangs  dug  deep  into  the  yielding  flesh  of  terrified  prey.  No  streetlights  reached  this  far  back  into  the  alley  -  and  for  the  most  part,  that  was  by  design.  No  cameras  had  ever  been  installed  back  here  either.  No  prying  eyes.  It  was  like  Cassius'  own little  corner  of  the  world,  a  place  carved  out  for  moments  when  hunger  grew  sharp  and  he  needed  a  place  to  eat  in  a  pinch.

Tonight,  however,  he  hadn’t  made  it  that  far.  The  scent  had  caught  his  sharp  senses  first;  blood,  rich  and  heavy  on  the  hair,  curling  towards  him  like  the  hot  steam  of  a  meal  being  prepared.  This  wasn’t  a  meal  though.  No,  this  scent  was  too  familiar,  carrying  a  signature  he  couldn’t  ignore.  So  he’d  ushered  his  would-be  meal  off  into  the  night,  muttering  an  excuse  he  didn’t  bother  coating  in  his  usual  charms.  The  ache  in  his  throat,  that  dull  burn  pressing  against  the  back  of  his  throat,  only  deepened  as  he  rounded  the  corner  and  drew  closer. 

There,  Cassius  had  laid  eyes  on  her.  Semira.  It  just  had  to  be  Semira.  Of  fucking  course  it  did.  Of  all  the  stupid  fucking  humans  to  end  up  gutted  and  gasping  in  his  alley,  it  just  had  to  be  Celeste’s  favourite  little  plaything.  Despite  his  first  instinct  to  walk  away,  leave  her  to  her  fate  and  get  back  to  his  own  plans  for  the  evening,  that  wasn’t  really  an  option  here.  Celeste  was  out  of  town,  which  meant he  was  the  only  thing  standing  between  Semira  and  the  end  of  her  fragile  little  life.  

That’s  exactly  how  he  found  himself  kneeling  on  the  damp  concrete,  the  dying  human  cradled  awkwardly  in  his  lap.  Her  head  lolled  against  the  crook  of  his  arm,  her  body  limp  as  a  doll’s,  while  his  other  wrist  pressed  firmly  to  pale  lips.  She’d  protested  at  first,  of  course.  Even  half  conscious,  she  knew  as  well  as  he  did  what  his  blood  would  do  to  her,  but  survival  had  its  own  way  of  silencing  pride.  Now,  barely  there,  she  drank,  each  faint  swallow  causing  her  throat  to  bob  weakly  under  torn  skin.  His  lower  lip  bore  its  own  smear  of  crimson,  slick  from  when  he’d  torn  himself  open  for  her.

He  let  her  drink  until  the  pull  of  her  mouth  faded  and  the  wounds  on  his  wrist  sealed  itself  shut,  dark  skin  once  more  smooth  and  flawless.  Then  he  drew  back,  eyes  lingering  on  her  face  as  her  breathing  steadied,  the  tremor  in  her  limbs  persisting  for  a  moment  longer.  His  head  tipped  slightly,  watching  the  way  her  pupils  dilated,  sluggish  and  glazed.  With  the  amount  she’d  consumed,  she  probably  wouldn’t  be  able  to  walk  straight  anytime  soon.  The  initial effects  of  his  blood  would  be  taking  hold  of  her  faculties  now,  leaving  her  warm  and  dizzy,  coating  her  thoughts  in  something  heady  and  powerful.

[noblenikolas]

Nikolas had it all planned out. He had managed to get a playroom for him and Remus. And Luckily no one was around at this time to see him and his lover. He had sent a note to remus telling him where to meet Nikolas and to bring the gift along with any toys he may want. He stayed waiting for the other to enter. Whe he did Nikolas smiled. “Master, glad you could make it. I thought we could spend some time together.” 

@kvorsremus

[munofmanyminds]

A CLOSED starter for @ardentghcst ft. SEBASTIAN WARD & MAYA PRESCOTT

Morning had arrived like it did every day, but no birdsong reached the lower levels of the house. There were no cracks for sunrise to peek through. Nothing but the clock mounted on the wall of the hallway gave any indication of the passage of time down here. It ticked away valiantly, like it didn't even know that it fought a losing battle, straining to make time matter in a place where it had long ago ceased to.

Sebastian stood outside her door. He hadn't heard a single sound from within that room for nearly ten hours. Not since the last jagged sob had slipped into silence and he'd heard the final creak of the mattress as her weight shifted and she'd gone still. It had been like that all night; a stillness in the wake of devastation. As he unlocked the door, the bolt slid free without protest, hinges making no sound as he pushed it open. She was lying on her side, exactly where he'd last imagined her, facing the wall, knees drawn up, hair across her face in tangles. The bandages on her hands were frayed from the night before, but mostly in tact, it seemed. Her torso rose and fell in a slow, shallow rhythm; the only real evidence that she was still alive.

She was a husk now, a hollow shell, emptied of pride, rage and fire; it had burned itself out and left her behind, wet and ash-covered. All that remained was waiting to see what rose from the ruin, which meant she was finally ready - just as expected.

He carried a tray with him as he stepped inside. On it were two slices of toasted bread, an apple cut into measured slices, a cup of yoghurt, a bottle of room temperature water, and a thermos of hot water with lemon. No silverware; nothing sharp - nothing she could use to lash out. As he knelt down, he placed the tray gently on the floor next to her mattress, quiet for a moment longer. He unscrewed the top of the thermos, letting steam waft upward, curling in the cold air. Then he lingered for a moment, calm and quiet, far enough away that his presence was less of an invasion and more a... quiet existence - just there, in the room with her.

"You need to eat," he finally said, the softness in his voice like silk draping over her skin. Words delivered as fact, offered like a law of nature - rather than a command.

[munofmanyminds]

A CLOSED starter for @ardentghcst ft. LANA KINGSLEY & HAYES TENEBRIS

The man's body lay still on the mattress. Limbs splayed. A slowly expanding, lazy pool of blood soaking into the white sheets beneath him. Lana sat beside him, on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. She would have been the picture of elegance, if not for the smear of red drying along her cheekbone and the scatter of arterial spray painting the neckline of her cream silk blouse. Her breathing had evened out by now, but her pulse still hadn't. Not entirely.

Her movements had been admirably clean, and drawing the knife deep and sharp across his throat had been so... easy. Seamless, even. Like her body knew the movements even if she'd never done this before. The blood had come fast, faster than she'd expected, warm and thick as it hit her collarbone and slid beneath the delicate lace of her bra. She hadn't flinched - not once. And yet her skin still tingled, flushed and warm. Thighs pressed close as she adjusted her posture, subtle but deliberate, like that could somehow suppress the lingering throb between them. A physiological response to adrenaline was the most logical conclusion - and yet her fingers itched to touch her own skin; to trace the trail of blood down her chest.

She raised a hand, wiping a faint streek of crimson from the corner of her mouth, but paused, the tips of her fingers lingering against her skin, when she felt a shift in the air. Cold and familiar, like a brush of death against her soul. Then, as though she hadn't felt him almost instinctively, as though there hadn't been a faint - almost indiscernible - hitch in her breath, she brought those fingers to her mouth and licked drops of scarlet from pale digits.

[munofmanyminds]

A closed lil unplanned starter thing for @loveisliquor / Roman & ??

“If that guy takes one more lewd fuckin' look at your ass, I am going over there.” Eyeing the offensive stranger over her shoulder, Roman tipped his head a little, his famously limited patience already strained. “So this would probably be a real good time to tell me if you know the creep or somethin'.”

[munofmanyminds]

A CLOSED starter for @innxcentfaces ft. DOMINIC MURPHY

"Boss..."

The word alone was enough to pull Dominic's attention. He straightened, dragging his head out from under the hood of the car he'd been working on. Grabbing the nearest rag, he turned, slow and unbothered, like someone who already knew what waited for him. His gaze swept over the small group with the same lazy disinterest he used to wipe the grease from his hands - methodical and detached. The grey wifebeater clung to his chest, damp with sweat, stretched across solid muscle. His arms shifted with quiet menace as the rag twisted between his palms, bulging biceps flexing with each movement.

One brow arched when his eyes finally landed on the centrepiece: a girl, forced to her bare knees on the filthy garage floor. Dark blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a bruise blooming along the line of her cheek. Someone had clearly decided to shut her up on the way here. She was flanked by two of his men - one of them Shawn, her dealer. The idiot who'd been bending the rules, letting her pay in sloppy head and sweet little moans instead of money. Something that might have flown under the radar for longer, if one of Dominic's area managers hadn't noticed the discrepancy on the books. He stood on the girl's other side now, built like a brick wall, looking decidedly unamused. 

Dominic didn't usually bother with this kind of low-level bullshit anymore, but this? This had gotten his attention. Not many people had the balls - or the brain rot - to skim from his operation for a piece of ass. So either the guy was a moron, or the girl had something special between her thighs. 

His eyes lingered on the pretty little whore for a moment longer. Then he curled the rag into a ball and tossed it onto a worktable without looking. His focus cut to Shawn, who looked far too relaxed for someone standing at the edge of a grave. Smug, even. Like he thought he'd gotten away with something. Probably thought pinning it all on his favourite fucktoy was going to save him. Had been hard at work, spinning that tale on the entire ride to Dom's garage.

"So you're the one who can't fuckin' count," Dominic finally said, voice low and even, almost calm considering the volatile temper he was known for. Shawn opened his mouth to speak, some dumb defence poised, but Dom shook his head before he could get a single word out. "Don't bother." A dismissal; cold and final. Shawn, surprisingly, made the smart choice and clamped right up - not that it mattered. 

Dom turned his attention back to the girl, stepping in closer. "And you..." He continued evenly, eyes locking onto her pretty blues. "You've got a pussy worth dying for, huh?"

As if on cue, the manager slightly behind her raised his arm and pulled the trigger. One clean shot. Not a word of warning. The bullet tore through Shawn's temple and he crumpled sideways in an instant, dead eyes staring up at the girl beside him, blood spreading fast beneath his head. Dominic didn't even blink. Just kept watching the girl.

[munofmanyminds]

closed starter for @dcrknesshums

Their version of society at this point was very far from what either of them had known prior to the outbreak. But it worked, kept things running smoothly, kept everyone in line. Except for the occasional slip, of course - like the mistake her father and brother had made. A costly mistake by all accounts, but not one they'd be paying for themselves. Usually people were killed or ostracized for that kind of thing, but them? No. They'd offered her instead. Trading her for their own safety and comfort like she was barely more than a cow. And she was such a pretty little thing, the idea had amused him enough to grant a rare bit of mercy.

So the next morning, she was yanked out of her bed and dragged before him by her hair. Thrown at his feet, a boot at her back sent her face first into the floor beneath her. It caused a roar of laughter form the small group of men surrounding her, but Luke only smirked at the display, eyeing his new plaything while the laughter quieted. Once sound had subsided, he stepped forward, tucking the tip of his boot under her chin to force her face upwards, her eyes to meet the chilled mirth in his gaze. "Welcome to your new life, slave."

[munofmanyminds]

Closed starter for @ruinedsoulsrp

"This ain't a charity." Green hues narrowed at the girl before him. Leaning back on the hood of the car he'd been working on when she came by his garage, he folded his arms across his chest. "No payment - no product. Simple fucking concept."